Girl With A Broken Heart
(Posted on Friday, March 2, 2001)
This story was submitted by PTCruiser567@cs.com.

I have already written stories for greatfeet.com. I wrote The Vacation & The Neighbor. This next story happened about 7 months after what happened in The Vacation. I was still 15 and had gone to the movies with my friends. We then then we went to a pizza place. You know, typical teen things. My friends and I were all eating at one table when I saw this couple arguing in a booth a few feet away. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. My friends were all laughing and talking, but I wasn't really listening to them.

Then I noticed that I knew the couple who were arguing. The girl was Stephanie whom I knew from school. She was a close friend of mine. The guy was Michael whom I knew and recognized, but never really talked to. Stephanie was a beautiful girl. She was about 5'8" and had dark brown hair that came down to a little past her shoulders. She had a pointy set and they were about a medium C. Pretty large.

Anyway, I was getting mad at Michael for yelling at her even though I didn't know what they were talking about. Suddenly, Steph got up and ran away crying. Since she was my friend, I went after her. "Where are you going?" Eddie asked. Eddie was one of my friends at our table.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom," I said.

I had to lie because if I told them the truth, they'd all make fun of me and say that I'm whipped. I chased after Steph and when I caught up to her I asked her, "Are you alright?" A little corny but I didn't know what else to say.

She looked up at me and said, "Oh no, did you hear my argument with Michael?"

"Yes. What happened?" I asked.

Her voice was breaking, "He broke up with me."

I was amazed because they had been going out for almost a year. She started to cry even harder and hugged me and left my shirt all wet with tears. After a while she calmed down and we went for a walk. We talked about Michael and why they had broken up, and before I knew it, we were in her neighborhood. She said that she lived in a house a block from where we, so I walked her there. I remembered that my friends were back at the pizza place, so I said, "Shit! I better go back because they're gonna be looking for me."

I then remembered that one of my friends was carrying a cell phone that his mom had lent him in case of an emergency or whatever. I thought it was embarrassing because back then, cell phones were quite big. So I asked her if I could go in and use her phone. She said, "sure" and knocked at the door. No one answered. She then went to a flower pot and lifted the plant right out with dirt and all. She then pulled a key from the pot. She opened the door and turned on the living room light. Since it was night, I hadn't quite seen her face. Because of her crying, her mascara had run down her cheeks. I found it a little erotic. When I asked her where the phone was, she said, "Listen, do you think you can stay a little while? It's 'cause I can't stand to be in this big house completely alone, especially now, and at night."

When she said that, my stomach hurt and I got nervous. I stuttered, "o-okay." It took me like 10 minutes just to find his number in all the junk that I had in my pockets. As I dialed the number, I knew that I was going to lie again.

After a few rings, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, my mom came to pick me up. I'm at home." I said.

I expected a "Hey where were you! We've been looking all over for you," but to my suprise, he said, "Oh, okay, bye" and he hung up.

"Damn," I thought. I turned around and gasped and got a huge boner. She was wearing a worn (nearly transparent) shirt, and shorts that went to her knees and were extremely baggy. They obviously weren't hers. She was sitting on her couch watching the TV with her bare feet propped up on the coffee table.

The only footjob that I had experienced before was a few months back when I met a girl when I was on vacation. I had had a foot fetish long before that, so when I saw her beautiful feet, I was aroused. She had the most beautiful long, slender feet with short toes. She didn't seem to look at me until I accidentally knocked over a plastic clown. She turned around and said, "Wanna watch some TV or something?"

I went over to the couch and sat down. After about 30 minutes of small talk (and hoping that she had a foot fetish too), I asked what size shoe she was. "8 1/2," she said. She raised her right foot and and moved her toes, "Do you think I have ugly feet?" she asked.

I immediately said, "No, not at all."

"Ok then, rub them," she said with a laugh as she put both of her feet on my lap. My dick twitched as memories flashed in my mind. She did this jokingly, so I played along. Her feet felt wonderful under my hands. She must've seen the big bump in my pants because she nervously said, "Uh, you want something to eat?."

"I'm not really hungry. I had the pizza and everything." I said.

"Well, I am," she replied as she quickly left for the kitchen.

I felt like an asshole. I wanted to go talk to her, but as I was getting up she came with what looked like blood on her shirt. The stain was on her on her breast area. At first I got scared, but then I saw that that she had a glass of wine.

"You may not be hungry, but I'll bet you're thirsty." She then dropped the glass. I melted! I almost cried of joy at the situation. Her friends had always told me that she had a big thing for me, even though she was with Michael. I didn't think it was this big. She got close to me and told me to suck the wine out of her clothes. As I did, she asked me if I thought of her feet in a sexual way because of the erection I was getting. I explained to her about my foot fetish and she said that she has also always had a thing for feet and just hadn't really explored it. Having said this, she told me to get up and she folded out the sofa bed.

My dick started to hurt because the jeans constricted its growth. She saw this and undid them. She then asked me if she could see my cock. I said, "yes" and she took it out of my boxers. She smiled and started to jack me off. I told her to rub my dick with her feet. She pulled me onto the bed and laid on her back as she shoved her feet into my croch area. Damn that felt good! She had put my dick in between her toes and slowly went up and down the shaft. She played with my balls with her other foot. Damn she was good at this.

I then took her left foot and rubbed it all over my face. It smelled wonderful! I started to lick her sole and suck all of her toes. I felt myself cumming, so I pressed her foot onto my dick harder. I pumped harder and harder and came all over her feet. The sight of my cum all over her feet made her get exited. She gasped and moaned. I went over to her and sucked on her erected nipples. At this point she was yelling. Then I stuck my index finger into her pussy. I touched her clit and she climaxed instantly. Then something happened that stopped both of our sexual excitement. We heard a knock on the door.

"Oh fuck!" I thought. I pulled up my boxers and quickly buttoned my pants. She put her shirt on and her shorts. The knocking got persistent. She told me to look through the peep hole to see who it was and then went to the kitchen. I looked and it was this lady about 40 and this older lady about 65. I told her this as she came back from the kitchen with a rag to clean up the cum that I had left on the sofa bed.

"Shit! It's my mom and grandma." She said as she folded up the sofa bed.

"Uh, look, come with me." She said. I followed her and she led me to the laundry room where there was also a back door. She kissed me and said that she would see me at school and said, "Bye."

I left and walked back to the pizza place. There I called my mom and she picked me up. I went around with her for the rest of high school until I went to college.

Please read The Neighbor and The Vacation and tell me what you think. Write
me at PTCruiser567@cs.com.